Headway made on packing the last two days: nil.
Amount of stuff in the living room: doubled.
Number of free weekends before moving: none.
Number of friends who want to do something before I leave: four and counting.
Necessary state of belongings: halved.
Workload: tripled, somehow (is Tax Day back and no one told me?).
State of shower drain: unplugged (finally).
Number of cousins who have volunteered/been volunteered to help me move: three.
Number of free evenings until I move: I’m tired, go away.
Level of panic: eh, it’s three weeks. I can get packed in three weeks, right? I mean, I have plenty of time to shove things in boxes, sort out what I don’t want, recycle it, throw it away, donate it, etc. Right? It’s not like I need all of this stuff anyway. I’m sure I can get rid of most of it, no problem.
……….. oh dear heavens, someone help me………………..
